Fading Memories (Sequel to They're Gay)

It's been almost a whole year since Harry left. The band had split. It's been out of control.Louis doesn't care about anything anymore. Fans are going insane. Harry is starving himself. The band broke up. Ed tries helping out, but it's NO use. Louis is too stubborn to realize that the world is crumbling under his own two feet!

9. Fading Memories Chapter Nine

Zayn's POV: I get back to my house and once again, Perrie is out with her friends. How much longer can I put up with this? Not much. I call Brooklyn and ask for her help with the worst, spoiled, nasty kids in the world. MY kids. They both are really adopted. Perrie had never wanted to actually get pregnant, so she fakes them and we just end up adopting them. So as of now, we are signing papers for the child coming. Brooklyn knocks on the door but let's herself in anyways. "Where are they?" She asks as she puts down her car keys and pulls her bangs back with her fingers. "Sleeping." I reply. "Uncle Zayn... Why'd you really need my help?" She smiles. "I don't know. Perrie's out so I'm alone again. And I needed my favorite niece over to to accompany me!" I smile. She just smiles and shakes her head. Brooklyn sits three seats away from me. Now that I think about it, she is really pretty. Maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt? NO! Zayn snap outta it. She's family. But the way she sits criss-cross, holds her phone, her hair falls all around her perfectly beautiful shaped face, and how she bites her lip. She glances up at me. She saw me staring at her. "What?" She blushes. "Brooklyn, you're really beautiful! Now come over here and give Uncle Zayn a hug!" I smile and stand up. She is quite tall too! She smiles and walks over to me. We both lean in for the hug "You smell good." She says as she rests her chin on my shoulder. I mumble a 'thanks' and my hands slide down her back. Should I go through with this? Of course you should. You're Zayn Malik, who cares what you do. I do it. I squeeze Brooklyn's bum. She pulls away moments later. "What was that?" She asks with wide eyes. "I don't even know. I like you, but you're family. You look really good in those high-waisted shorts. And I really am s-" She kisses me to obviously shut me up. I smile into the kiss and rub her back. I can tell she was trying to take off my shirt. "We should.." I trail off. "Stop?" She asked disappointed. "Continue upstairs!" I point to the staircase and she smirks and walks to my room. I pull out the condoms and set them on the table. Brooklyn sits on my lap and pushes on my chest so I'm laying on my back. She lifts up my shirt and starts to undress me. I do the same to her and she puts the condom on me and smirks. She rides me for a good forty minutes until we both reach our second high. We lie down next to each other breathless. "Dadddddddddy, mommy called and said she will be home soon." Logan says from the door. "Okay thanks bud." I say and start to sit up. I was naked so I couldn't stand up. "Who is thaaaaaat?" He points to Brooklyn. "That's Brookie. She was tired and fell asleep." I say and shut the door in his face with the blanket wrapped around me. Brooklyn quickly jumps out of the bed and gets dressed. She finishes putting her bra and undies on and Jane walks in. "Ewww. Daddy why is Brookface naked?" Jane yells. Logan comes in an his jaw dropped at the sight of Brook. "Because...." I start and look at her asking for help through my eyes. "Because... Your dad let me sleep in one of his shirts because my clothes aren't that comfy to sleep in." She quickly says and starts to brush through her hair. Jane just smacks her forehead and leaves, I had to force Logan to leave. Brooklyn finishes putting the rest of her clothes on and turns towards me. "Thanks for letting me come over." She smirks. "Anything for you." I smirk back and wink. I quickly kiss her lips and she rushes to the door. I told her to text me when she got home. She nodded and got into her car and left. Perrie pulled in moments later and kissed my cheek then fell asleep on the couch. I guess faking a pregnancy is tough.